Apropos of nothing, a friend of mine (Nick E... it's so weird to think that there are people in my life who passed through without meeting Anne) once asked me if I ever fantasized about you... I replied:
"Yes... she's walking through a busy hallway, or we're in an elevator together, and one of us catches the other's eye and asks a question... she or I replies... 'I don't know... I don't kno--ow... I've got so... so many stro-ong, reservations...' and we roar, but roar into an all-out BELT of 'Git It' from _Little Shop of Horrors_... you know, face-to-face, back-to-back, that sort of thing..."
Nick concluded that I was a sicker puppy than he'd ever dreamed.
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"Yes... she's walking through a busy hallway, or we're in an elevator together, and one of us catches the other's eye and asks a question... she or I replies... 'I don't know... I don't kno--ow... I've got so... so many stro-ong, reservations...' and we roar, but roar into an all-out BELT of 'Git It' from _Little Shop of Horrors_... you know, face-to-face, back-to-back, that sort of thing..."
Nick concluded that I was a sicker puppy than he'd ever dreamed.
Just thought I'd share.